she was easily the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. the thing was, she knew she was pretty but not in the right ways. many girls outnumbered her in looks and body but she was undeniably a pretty girl. she was beautiful, long lashes protecting hazel eyes with a swoop liner of makeup mimicking the cats of Egypt. her hair was straight but I’d seen it in beachy waves, occasionally a pile of auburn atop her head. many a girl can put their hair into a messy bun, she did but the way she wore it… it almost looked adorned and regal. I think she was beautiful in the sense that every motion she made reminded you of something, she wasn’t dainty but she was like a doe. completely athletic and capable but fascinating to watch as she moved slowly, unbeknownst I the elegance seeping out her veins. I can’t tell you how many times I sat beside her, her long legs stretched out in front of her, holding the gas pedal down. lighting a cigarette with a lighter built for a small grill with painted nails in bright and funny colors. I hope the imagery isn’t providing you with the sense of some vain girl frequenting a salon. the best part of her unawareness was that she was simple. she was regal in that she seemed like everyone else, she wasn’t rich, she was carefree and she certainly wasn’t a type who couldn’t go camping. instead you knew she took pride in taking care of herself, but she never looked overdone or painted on. rather she was perfect everyday. I’d often tell others I was obsessed with her, who wouldn’t be, the way she could go from zero to sixty, literally. one minute standing looking bored and ambivalent and the next cracking up with laughter, blush in cheeks looking lively. I often pictured her chasing a soccer ball years after she stopped playing. in my mind, running—to her was effortless, it looked natural and it suited her best, her gait was always filled with a stride of confidence. fondest childhood memories recall that her inner compass never seemed to falter or hold a sense of fear. I don’t think doubt had ever crossed her mind until someone taught her the word. her best trait however, was that she never tried to be pretty in her movements or looked sexy. too many fearless women strive to be sexy, they know they are sexy. and it oozes. she just was mysterious. I knew she had fears and insecurities. that wasn’t the point. in fact. I knew her the majority of my life and I couldn’t tell you what they were. all I know is that by her side you felt alive. you felt invincible. you felt infinite. a regular drive to get coffee could be a marked memory of wanting to always be that young, belly full, warm and fuzzy in that moment. she was so beautiful, in a way that she didn’t understand. and I’d always admired her for it.
DO NOT DISMISS A SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.
Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it.Johnny Knoxville (via bl-ossomed)
I feel this on a spiritual level.
My faith in pizza guys has gone up 123%
NO LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
So a few weeks ago I was in a hotel in Savannah with my grampa in the hospital next door, Mom was over staying with him, and the battery in the smoke detector went out so every 5 minutes it would let off this loud, high pitched ‘CHIRP’.
It was annoying as fuck, so I called the front desk to see if they had a battery for it, and they said the only thing they could do was change rooms. We’d already settled in for the night, and needed the next door rooms for my uncles the next day, so I said I’d deal. My uncles had my car in the next town over, so I couldn’t drive and get one myself.
An hour later, I’m ordering pizza and have gone insane because the damn thing CHIRPS. SO. MUCH.
So I begged the pizza guy on the phone to stop and get me a battery, told him I’d pay for the battery, and give him an extra tip for it, and he was chill with it. This adorable fucker gets to my room with the battery, opens it, asks to see the smoke detector, CLIMBS ON THE BED, CHANGES THE BATTERY FOR ME, and tests it.
My pizza was only 20 dollars, but I gave him 40 and told him to keep the change.
I am clearly not fully utilizing my pizza delivery person…..
What’s next pizza delivery hitmen
Blueberries piss me the fuck off
but mashed, they’re PURPLE??
AND WHEN SKINNED, WE SEE THE INSIDES ARE GREEN?????
WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK, BLUEBERRIES?!
"he’s 24 months old" bitch your son is two
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)